I love the soundof my fingers gentlyturning the pageof a well loved book,the paper starting to yellow.
The rush of sound when I emergefrom beneath the water,throw my head backand swoop my hair into place.
She took a cold blade and carved into her body.Adding just another mark to the bounty of those wild stretch marks that adorned her.She…
The vibrant color beams of the tiny candlelight
Deserted particles fill the air scape, opportune,bringing dawn into the acceptable,best friends until…
I always know when it’s about to rain.The air starts to feel lighter.The dark clouds spread across the sky.The leaves on the trees…
Have we comefrom the armsof heavenonly to fall at the feetof self-destruction?
do not be a Stupidor take your skin for granteddo not bleach your hairor straighten…